Chapter 234 Three's a Crowd, Four's a War
Chapter 234 Three's a Crowd, Four's a War
Cam gently stirred, feeling the warmth of two bodies pressed behind and in front of his body.
He let his eyes open to take in Cassian in front of him, still sleeping peacefully. Slowly, he moved himself to lie on his back, turning his face to Wong, who was also fast asleep.
It was a sight to wake up to two hot guys every morning.
They had to meet with Saint and Baby in an hour, but he felt like Baby could hold on for a few minutes.
He had been too busy with the back-and-forth that he hardly had time for his relationships. He wanted to ease that sexual tension between the three of them so he could concentrate on the matter at hand.
He reached out a hand, ready to wake Wong up, but on second thought, he paused, a smirk forming on his face as he looked from one hot guy to the other.
They were his. Why did he need permission to initiate something he knew they’d like?
Slowly, his hand slipped beneath the waistband of Cassian’s sleep pants first, fingers wrapping gently around the thick, warm length already half-hard from sleep.
He stroked it with slow, sweet pulls—lazy and teasing, his thumb brushing the sensitive head on every upstroke. Cassian’s hips gave a small, unconscious twitch, a soft groan rumbling from his chest as his eyes fluttered open.
“Mmm… Cam?” Cassian’s voice was rough with sleep, surprise flashing across his face before it melted into pure pleasure. “Fuck… you’re being so naughty this morning,” he murmured, the words dirty yet laced with affection. A sleepy, wicked smile tugged at his lips. “Waking me up like this? You’re lucky I like it.”
Cam smirked and turned his attention to Wong, sliding his other hand into the second pair of sleep pants. He found Wong’s cock already thickening and began the same slow, sweet rhythm—gentle strokes that made Wong’s breath hitch.
Wong’s eyes snapped open, a low, startled groan escaping him. “Cam…” The shock quickly dissolved into heat. He reached out, curling a hand around the back of Cam’s neck and pulling him into a deep, languid morning kiss. Their mouths moved soft and unhurried, tongues brushing as Wong whispered against his lips, “Don’t stop… keep going, baby.”
Cam obeyed, his hands never stilling, stroking both of them with the same sweet, torturous pace while the two men pressed closer, bodies warm and eager. Soft groans filled the quiet room, the three of them tangled together in the early light, tension melting into something far more pleasurable.
Wong let his eyes find Cassian’s darkened gaze and realized they were both close.
Wong’s hand suddenly closed over Cam’s wrist, stilling the sweet strokes just as the pleasure began to crest for all three of them. Cam groaned in frustrated protest, his hips jerking, but Wong only smiled against his mouth—slow, knowing, and full of heat.
“Not yet,” Wong whispered, his voice rough. He leaned across the bed, reaching for the bedside drawer. The soft click of it opening filled the quiet room. He pulled out a bottle of lubricant and pressed it into Cassian’s waiting hand.
“Fuck him. We’ve waited so fucking long for this.”
Cassian’s eyes darkened with pure hunger. “We have,” he agreed, his voice low and thick. “Months of looking, wanting… and now we finally get to take him.”
He sat up, tugging Cam’s loose sleep pants down and off in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. “On your knees, Cameron,” Cassian ordered gently but firmly.
Cam obeyed without hesitation, his heart pounding as he settled on all fours in the middle of the bed. The cool air kissed his bare skin, making him shiver with anticipation.
Cassian moved behind him, kneeling close. He slicked his thick, throbbing cock thoroughly with the lube, the wet sound filthy in the quiet morning. One strong hand pressed firmly on Cam’s hip, pulling his ass back until the slick head nudged against his entrance.
“Ready for us, baby?” Cassian murmured.
Before Cam could answer, Wong crawled up on his knees in front of him. He leaned over Cam’s shoulder and captured Cassian’s mouth in a deep, heated kiss—tongues sliding, mouths open and hungry—right as Cassian pushed forward and sank into Cam in one long, relentless thrust.
Cam cried out, the sound loud and broken. The stretch burned so good, filling him completely, but it was the sight that undid him—Wong and Cassian kissing hotly over his shoulder, their mouths moving against each other while Cassian’s cock was buried deep inside him. The dual intensity made Cam’s arms tremble; he could barely hold himself up.
Cassian broke the kiss with a low growl, still buried to the hilt. He looked down at Wong, his eyes blazing.
“Take him in your mouth,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. “Suck him while I fuck him. We’ve waited too damn long not to ruin him together.”
Cassian’s strong arm wrapped around Cam’s chest, pulling him upright until Cam’s back was pressed flush against Cassian’s front. The new angle drove Cassian even deeper, and he fucked into him with slow, deliberate, powerful thrusts—each one rolling through Cam’s body like a wave. Cam’s head fell back onto Cassian’s shoulder, his mouth open on broken moans.
Wong lowered himself in front of Cam’s hips, his eyes dark with love and lust. He took Cam’s cock into his mouth in one smooth motion, sucking him deep and slow while Cassian continued to rock into him from behind. The dual sensation was overwhelming—Cassian’s thick cock stretching him open, Wong’s warm, wet mouth working him with perfect rhythm. Cam trembled between them, his hands fisting in Wong’s hair as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
“Ah… I love you… both of you,” Cam gasped, his voice cracking. “Fuck—I’m so close…”
They brought him over the edge with care and heat, Cassian grinding deep while Wong swallowed every pulse. Cam came hard, crying out their names, his body shaking as the orgasm ripped through him.
When Cassian started to ease out, Cam’s hand shot back, gripping his thigh. “No—don’t… I want more. Please. Don’t stop.”
Cassian grinned against Cam’s neck, pressing a soft kiss there. “Greedy little thing.” He looked at Wong and nodded. “Come fuck him.”
Wong slid up, slicked himself quickly, wedged himself between Cam and Cassian, and slowly pushed into Cam’s still-sensitive body with a long, shared groan.
The stretch made Cam whimper, but he pushed back for more. Cassian moved behind Wong, lining up and sliding into Wong in one smooth thrust. All three of them moaned at the chain of sensation—Cassian buried in Wong, Wong buried in Cam.
Wong panted hard from the double pleasure, his body trembling. He leaned forward and kissed Cam deeply, then turned his head to capture Cassian’s mouth in a wet, messy kiss over Cam’s shoulder. Between kisses he whispered, his voice wrecked, “I take back every insult… fuck, your cock feels so good, Cass. So fucking good.”
Cassian’s hand tightened on Wong’s hip. “Then fuck him faster,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Show him how much we love him.”
Wong obeyed, thrusting harder into Cam while Cassian matched the pace from behind. The room filled with the wet slap of skin, overlapping moans, and broken praise.
Wong reached around and stroked Cam’s cock again, pushing him toward another peak. Their movements grew frantic, desperate, filled with months of pent-up want finally released.
They shattered together—Cam coming again with a shattered cry, Wong following moments later with a deep groan, and Cassian burying himself deep as he spilled inside Wong. They collapsed in a sweaty, trembling tangle, breathing hard.
Soft kisses followed—gentle, lingering, full of quiet love.
Cassian pressed his lips to Cam’s temple, then Wong’s. Wong kissed Cam’s shoulder, then leaned back to brush his mouth against Cassian’s.
“I love you,” Cam whispered, his voice hoarse but certain.
“I love you both,” Wong murmured.
Cassian held them closer, smiling against their skin. “I love you. Both of you. Always.”
For a few perfect minutes, nothing else mattered.
They still had a meeting to get to… but for a few stolen minutes, the rest of the world could wait.
Cam, Cassian, and Wong arrived at Saint’s house still carrying the quiet glow of the morning between them.
The front door opened to the familiar living room, but the usual easy energy was missing. Saint and Baby stood near the kitchen island, phones in hand, their expressions tight with worry.
“Kai’s not here,” Saint said the moment they walked in. “He was supposed to be back hours ago.”
Cam’s stomach dropped. He exchanged a quick look with Cassian and Wong before speaking. “I think Rode did something to him.”
Baby let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t understand why Kai still went to find him after everything Rode has done. It’s like he can’t see the danger.”
Cassian’s voice was calm but firm. “It’s love. And I don’t believe Kai is stupid. Young, maybe… but not dumb. He wouldn’t walk into something without a plan.”
The front door suddenly swung open again. Takeshi stormed in without a word of greeting, his dark expression stormy. He dropped onto the sofa, his arms crossed, staring straight ahead.
Oliver followed a few steps behind, quieter, his face carefully neutral.
Wong raised an eyebrow, glancing between them. “Oliver… why is your boyfriend so angry?”
Oliver shook his head. “Takeshi is not my boyfriend.”
Takeshi’s head snapped up. “He refused to be my boyfriend,” he cut in sharply.
Oliver remained calm, his tone even. “That’s not true. I only refused to have sex with him.”
The room went completely still. Then, almost in perfect unison, every single person in the room—Saint, Baby, Cam, Cassian, and Wong—turned to Oliver and demanded:
“Why?!”
Oliver’s eyes widened in pure shock, caught completely off guard by the collective reaction.
"Why?" Oliver asked in shock. "Why the why, guys?" He looked from one man to the other.
"I personally don't think you're saving yourself for marriage," Saint smirked.
Cassian smirked, "More like he can't handle that little fireball—"
"Oh, don't underestimate me," Oliver cut in sharply.
"Then prove it," Wong narrowed his eyes at Oliver.
"Prove it? Are you guys lunatics or what? You need some tape as evidence or what—"
"Nah..." Baby scoffed, glancing at Takeshi with a smirk, "Simply make him limp... for a week."
"Agreed," Saint grinned.
"Interesting," Cam cleared his throat, slowly looking away as he adjusted his ass on the couch.
He hoped Baby didn't catch the limp in his steps as he walked in; Cassian and Wong had gone twice with him before they finally showered, and he could still feel them deep up to his stomach.
"He won't... he can't," Takeshi snorted.
"He challenged you, Oliver. I'd cripple him if I were you," Baby teased.
"Guys, stop," Oliver murmured.
"See? His name isn't even Saint, but he behaves like one," Takeshi rolled his eyes.
"Oohh, he got you, Oliver," Wong chuckled.
"But even Saint is no saint," Cassian grinned.
"Baby knows," Saint gave Baby a slow wink.
"You guys, enough—"
"You just don't want to—"
"I said enough, Take!" Oliver snapped at Takeshi.
Everyone quieted, watching Takeshi's eyes suddenly tear up.
"Oh shit," Baby blinked in confusion.
"Uh... I think he's crying, Oliver," Saint murmured.
"Yeah... he made him cry," Wong added.
"Definitely crying..." Cassian sighed.
Takeshi sprang from the sofa and headed upstairs, angrily wiping his tears away.
"Uhh, Oliver... why's he heading up to my house?" Saint asked slowly.
"He needs some time alone, babe," Baby shrugged.
"Right," Saint nodded.
"Fuck this," Oliver muttered and stood, inhaling deeply to calm himself before meeting Takeshi.
He didn't mean to... he just didn't want them talking about Takeshi like that. But he was once again reminded that Takeshi was a softie who cried at the slightest raise of a tone.
He had just stepped onto the first step when he heard Kai's car speeding toward Saint's house.
"Just hurry and get him down... out of my privacy... where I can see him," Saint continued to mumble, waving Oliver away.
Oliver sighed and hurried up the stairs.